By the time Hasira reaches Bevelle the white-hot fury she'd felt at the news that Rikku was locked up has cooled to a far more terrifying frozen, righteous wrath. She's barely rested the entire journey, but she can't feel that right now.

Well. Better no guide that a gutless worm who would likely be looking for any opportunity to give her away. She takes a moment to make sure she isn't overly mussed from her fighting, and makes her way to the temple, absently whistling the hymn.